Just my M24 and Me
They say Mosul
As if they know her
No one knows Mosul
She will not let them
Another coffee
Before the head count
Then fill those bloody
Body bags accordingly
Head shots are fine
For teaching children
How to shoot
On sunny days
Might that be a lark
On the horizon
Sundays now mean
Absolutely nothing
Not going home again
For certain maybe
Tomorrow’s just
Another numbered day